A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

     A few weeks ago I started a three week journey that began in Brooklyn.
     Mom (that would be me) hadn’t seen her big baby boy since Christmas- so off I went flying the not so friendly skies squeezing into tight seats next to really large people and watching a very persistent Chinese man insisting that ALL of his and his family’s luggage could (and should) go into the overhead compartment until a plain clothed Air Marshall (thank you Lord) got up and threw his ass (and his family’s asses) off.
     The wife looked brow-beaten and the two children war torn (Dickhead-Prick-Motherfucker’s come in many flavors and languages my friends).
     The ride was bumpy.
     The landing wet.
     And the cab driver smelly.
     Happy Days.
     But, my Boy was on the other end- right?
     So, after I arrived at my fancy hotel (only to be led around an “Under Construction” lobby, d-o-w-n a flight of stairs because no elevator was available in the dark recess of this basement corner, through a dark narrow hallway winding about ladders and paint cans and electrical wires, around a corner and up a service elevator to a 6th floor temporary front desk setup in a 15 square foot guest suite) I was told my room wasn’t ready.
     Of course it wasn’t. 
     In an attempt to not kill anyone, and avoid Ben having to, yet again, engage legal council, I had them store my luggage, smiled sweetly, took an entire bottle of wine from their complimentary one-glass-only kitchenette, and went for a walk, picking up a hot pretzel on the way.
     Fifteen minutes later I was enjoying a late afternoon respite on a park bench (totally illegal but that’s what Gucci bags are for- right?)  and amid all the garbage, graffiti, filthy windows in dilapidated buildings, and Williamsburg down-on-their-luck hipsters, saw a bit of familiar in a tree.
     And it was beautiful, yet struggling, a little pissed-off, leaning to the left, but a survivor.
     Chase saw the resemblance…


I’m not sure what this is.
I mean the tree.
Is it a dogwood, wisteria, crepe myrtle, purple pot hazicus?

This is a common pink Moss rose
Communis Centifolia Muscosa
that grows everywhere in Brooklyn-
thank God.



  • Krisztina Williams - Yikes, I hope your trip perked up. What a nice photo. That beautiful tree look so cool with that background.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - Thanks Kristina. yes it did and thank you for the photo mention and that tree was really cool in it’s scary space. Glad someones reading me after 2 weeks!ReplyCancel

  • Lorelei - Yay, Tree!!! Yay You!
    How was the wine, sweetie?LOLReplyCancel

  • Michelle Liew - Whoo hoo! What a change in perspective there. What a couple of branches can do!ReplyCancel

  • Cheryl Nicholl - Ya know I spent my entire childhood wanting to live there and now I’m not in ‘childhood’ and you couldn’t pay me- ya know what mean?ReplyCancel

  • Ida Chiavaro - Since moving to Denmark I have noticed the same purple trees, they are such a joy after the barren winters here. I want to know what they are too…I’m pretty sure they aren’t wisteria but I’m off to look up the other names.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - Are you in Denmark? How exciting!!! It’s not a wisteria (they climb) and not a crepe myrtle (too large and the bark is wrong) so now I’m obsessed with figuring this out and will have to have my son go take a close-up pic and then dive into one of my arbor books. If/when I find out I’ll let you know- and you do the same. Two tree detectives on each side of the pond. I love it!ReplyCancel

  • Sue - I sure don’t know what those purple flowering trees are either, but love the pix and description of your trip is so very interesting. Glad they got their butts kicked off the plane.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - The nerve of some people. Just got back from another jet ride today (can you believe it?) and all went well. Flying is HARD. Travel for that matter.ReplyCancel

  • Lauren Paige - haha! I had no idea about the asians and the plain clothed Air Marshal! priceless!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Good that things picked up!

    Makes you wonder how bad a day the cranky passengers ended up having. Escorted off the plane is never a good thing…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - Oh, SHE looked horrible. And the children were terrified- but not of the Air Marshall- the husband/father!!!! What an asshole.ReplyCancel

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